You choose your favorite mug
But which one shall it be?
The calico cat, with face so smug?
Or one with cherry trees?
The trees will serve you well this day
The cherry blossoms blooming
It sits there in resplendent display
The anticipated moment looming
Then the first drops
Of the brown stream appear
Cascading, slosh and slops,
Music to your ear.
The pitch slowly rises
As the cup fills
And nothing disguises
Your new case of chills
Then comes the smell,
That blessed aroma,
That heralds the swell
Of your chosen persona.
You take a deep breath
And savor the notes
Of earth and chocolate
Of cinnamon oats.
You reach for the cold cream
And pour just a splash
It vanishes, sinking
And returns with a flash
You stir with a cool spoon
And the surface swirls
The color balloons
To match mama's curls
And now it is ready
You lift and inhale
The moment is heady
Your senses assailed
The beauty of the mug
The warmth in your hands
The dark, earthy hug
The moment demands
You take your first sip
The hot liquid splashes
And bursts past your lip
Your memory latches
Onto better times passed
And good times to come
And you are now at last
Ready to face the day's thumb.
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